Rolled 15, 16, 11, 7 = 49 (4d20)
>>5374503>>5374513>>5374543>>5374590>>5374670>>5374715>>5374740>>5374767“Very well,” you say after a moment’s consideration.
“Wait,” the Throat-singer says, as if a bi surprised, “what?”
“Do not make me repeat myself, duergar.”
“R-right,” the Throat-singer says, his prideful defiance cowed and anger (at least for now) seemingly appeased by your unexpected compliance.
Together, you meditate with the Bastard that evening. As before, you instruct the Throat-singer to focus upon what it means to be a Dragon—the certitude of self, the majesty, the freedom, the power. You are speaking to the Bastard, too, for he has very much plateaued in your absence—though, you note, he remains most-respected among the kobolds, who regard him as fairly draconic after his own fashion. His accompanies your speechmaking with quiet, resonant thrumming, which accentuates the words and serves to energize and centre you.
That day, and in days to come, you bring the Throat-singer with you to each of your meditations, and even to some of your lessons with the Novice. With each passing day, his understanding of your race’s body and soul—and especially of that which makes a True Dragon—grows. In exchange, he sings his queer song for you to accompany your martial training as well, lending a sort of rhythm to your exercises that helps you along.
[Leadership roll for tutelage, bonus for Spellcraft]
